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Chapter 3 - Surrender

It was a moment to remember, Sherlock looked genuinely puzzled, John couldn't refrain from smiling as he put his other hand on the detective's waist and gently pulled him closer.

"Do you know what I am about to do?" he whispered, his face really close to Sherlock's.

"I do." Sherlock looked at John's mouth.

"Are you okay with this?" the blond haired man asked leaning closer.

"Yes." the detective whispered.

John brushed Sherlock's lips with his own lightly and the consultant detective stopped breathing "Relax" John said, he waited until the man in his arms started breathing normally again, then he kissed him a second time, a short kiss, light as a feather "close your eyes" he kissed him harder once, twice. Sherlock's hand moved to John's collar and grabbed his jumper. He was as tense as a violin string.

John's hand moved to Sherlock's hair. He lightly caressed the right side of his head to soothe him, and after a moment it seemed to work, so John went back to the kissing. He kissed the left corner of his mouth, then the right one "Sherlock have you done this before?" He shook his head, it was a no "It's easy, you just have to..." he kissed the upper lip "press like that..." the lower lips "and if it pleases you, you can..." he nipped Sherlock's lower lip with his teeth and bit lightly, drawing a sharp breath from the tall man "Or you can..." he ran his tongue along the area he had bitten.

Sherlock opened his eyes, he moved his hands, grabbed John's face and looked at his mouth intensely. Then he applied himself to kiss as he was told to, brushing, pressing, biting and licking. Judging by John's pulse and breath, he was a good student. He decided to make his own move and started kissing his way down to John's neck which he covered with dozens of kisses. The doctor sighed, both his hands were now tangled in Sherlock's hair. He pulled him back to his mouth kissing him hard. He ran his tongue along the brown haired man's lower lip. "Allow me in..." he said breathlessly and then resumed his licking. Sherlock opened his mouth and John slid his tongue in it. They both moaned. They kept kissing tongues duelling until they needed to breathe.

"That was..." John tried to speak, they had their foreheads pressed together breathing loudly "...something."

"John?" Sherlock's voice was unsteady, which alarmed John.

"Yes? What is it?"

"John...my body's reacting again." the detective was ill at ease, the kissing had aroused him more than he was comfortable with. Much to his surprise John kissed him again, eagerly, biting almost painfully and Sherlock moaned in pleasure.

"What about now?" John asked in a whisper then he started to nip the excited man's neck feeling his own arousal raising. Sherlock felt dizzy, he grabbed John's waist with both hands to steady himself.

"I am going too fast, sorry. It's the first time I kiss a man, I shouldn't be this audacious, but, I don't know why, with you it seems so right. Do you want me to stop for now?" John was almost shocked by how easy the words came out of his mouth.

"No, please, don't stop." Sherlock tightened his grip on John's waist.

John growled and pushed Sherlock until he laid flat on his back on the sofa following him so he laid above him supporting his weight with his right arm. He looked at Sherlock's face, brushed locks of hair from his forehead and cupped his right cheek. The detective turned his head and kissed the doctor's palm, he whispered and kissed him back along his jawline up to his ear taking his earlobe between his teeth sucking it gently.

Sherlock closed his eyes and moaned again, it felt so good and was so frustrating at the same time. His body was taking control and as good as it felt he didn't like it. It had been days since he hadn't spent an hour without thinking about john, his eyes, lips, smell, it was intoxicating, intolerable. He opened his eyes, John was working on his neck, he pushed him without warning.

"What is it Sherlock, what's wrong?" John looked puzzled.

Now that he could see the doctor's face Sherlock's wish to get free of his arms vanished.

"John," he lifted his hands to the doctor's chest "I'm quite lost. My body wants you to do whatever you want to me but my brain won't shut up."

"What does it say?"

"It wants to keep control."

John stared at Sherlock, face blank.

"I may have an idea..." he finally said and slid from the sofa to the floor, he got up and stretched his hand in invitation. Sherlock looked surprised but took the hand. John lifted him up, kissed his lips softly and took his place on the sofa.

"From now on, you lead. I'll lay here, I won't push you. You can think. You can act. But don't worry whatever you choose to do, I won't leave unless you ask me to." he said resting his arms along his body.

Sherlock looked at John's face, he had closed his eyes, his breath was calm, he seemed to be asleep but wasn't. The detective stood there for a while, thinking, thinking in spite of his aching body, in spite of the man laying five inches from him, the man he craved for, the man who made his thinking less efficient.

What am I supposed to do? He thought to himself. Can I be with him and be myself? I know he has made an important move by choosing to kiss me, to touch me instead of this Sarah girl. Him, the straight proud soldier. But I am the only consultant detective in the world, there's only one brain like mine, I can't let my desire cloud my reasoning. I can't deny that I provoked this, I told him the words that made him decide to turn to me. Oh Sherlock you are thinking wrong. Seems you don't even try...

"John, may I ask you questions?"

"You may." John answered without opening his eyes, he knew that once Sherlock's brain was focused on something it was impossible to make it stop and since it had reacted to the making out, situation he expected to have to answer questions.

"Would you accept me for what I am?"

"I already do, may not always agree with you, but I don't try to change you."

Sherlock nodded and continued "Why do you accept me, kiss me, caress me?"

"Because I want to, need to actually."

"Need?"

"I've felt the urge to do it, since you told me you wanted me, I had to think about it, I sorted it out surprisingly fast."

"How? How could you sort this out that fast?"

John smiled. "As silly as it seems, since the day we've met there's been a kind of bond between us," he smiled wider, "not love at first sight, Sherlock, I'm not into this romantic crap. Being flatmate, helping you in your work, all of this was so obvious for me, but it also was for you. You judged me in ten seconds." another smile "Having...feelings for you" Sherlock frowned "is something I hadn't thought possible. I knew I needed to protect you, to be sure nobody would hurt you, even yourself, but...lately it became obvious that I needed your company more than anybody's else. Sarah decided to turn her attention to another man and I realized I didn't care at all. You have told me you wanted me and I realized I wanted you too."

"Sarah dumped you?"

"No, I let her go, didn't fight for her, but, is it the only thing I've said you're going to pay attention to?"

"Why can't I think when you're around?"

"How do you feel, Sherlock?"

"I don't feel."

"Yes you do." there was a significant silence "How do you feel Sherlock?"

"I can't think."

"Why?"

"Because you're everywhere John, you intoxicate me, you blur my mind."

"How do you feel Sherlock?" John asked for the third time

"I feel overwhelmed, I feel the urge to touch you and now kiss you, I feel I'm enslaving myself to my body's needs, because of you."

"Are you angry?"

"With myself. "

"What do you need to feel better?"

"Think straight again..." Sherlock knelt in a slow and quiet movement "and have you" he kissed John's mouth eagerly.

The doctor reacted instantly. He opened his eyes, grabbed Sherlock's head and buried his fingers in his hair, then he reluctantly pushed the detective's face away from his. "Are you done thinking?" he asked in a whisper.

"No I'm not, but I made my decision, since I can't let you go, I'll have to find a way to be with you and restore my thinking abilities. You were right, it was an easy and surprisingly fast decision to make" He took John's face in his hands and pulled it to kiss him again. John put his hands on Sherlock's waist, stroking lightly.

"John...I lead remember?" The doctor removed his hands and lay them back where they were, it was frustrating, but he had promised.

Sherlock nipped John's neck with his teeth until he was stopped by the collar of his jumper. "Annoying" he said. His hands travelled along John's ribcage, down to his waist, then grabbed the bottom of the jumper, lifting it slowly to make completely obvious he wanted to strip it from John's body. He pulled and he passed John's head but left his arms imprisoned in it up above his head.

"Don't move" he said grinning, John looked uncomfortable but did nothing to free himself.

Sherlock locked eyes with him and moved slowly to lay above the doctor's body in the fashion they were earlier. He lifted John's shirt and without losing eye contact bent his head to kiss the other man's belly. John drew in a sharp breathe and Sherlock smiled. He decided to lick his way up unbuttoning the shirt along the way. First he dipped his tongue in John's bellybutton then kissed and lazily licked the white skin. John's eyes rolled in their sockets, breath shallow, he lifted his shoulders from the sofa, arms still trapped above his head, but Sherlock pushed him back. He resumed his kissing getting closer to John's neck button after button. Finally the shirt was completely open. Sherlock stopped his ministrations for a moment to watch John's body, he was breathing heavily and his chest rose and fell fast. The skin was white except for the two pink nipples. Sherlock touched one and it hardened under his finger, he pinched it and John moaned "How do you feel, John?" Sherlock asked staring intently at the man's eyes "How does it feel when I do that" he asked while squeezing the same nipple and John moaned again "It obviously feels good" he managed to say, his voice unsteady. Sherlock pinched the other nipple, it had the same effect on the man below him. Then he bent his head to suck alternatively on each nipple, he licked, John moaned, he sucked, John moaned, he bit, John moaned, definitely a highly sensitive area.

Sherlock's body wasn't the only one to respond now. Sherlock rested his lower body on John's pressing their hard ons together. It felt so good that the detective clenched his jaws and growled. John couldn't help but roll his hips, Sherlock stopped him, pressing heavier on the doctor's body.

"Sherlock..." John was breathless

"Yes john?" Sherlock's voice was deep, deeper than ever, and John shivered.

John tried to kiss Sherlock but the detective dodged and rolled his hips, John's head fell back on the sofa.

"Sherlock, do it again please." he obliged and John cried.

The detective took John's lips, kissing fiercely, possessively, rubbing his body against the doctor's.

"Are you mine, John ?" he asked against his lips kissing once more with the same rage.

"I'm yours...if you're mine." Sherlock eyes dived in John's. "Oh yes I'm yours." he knew it was true, it was true because it was John, it couldn't have been anyone else, he trusted him, with his life.

Sherlock freed John's arms from his jumper so the man could move.

"May I?" the doctor asked eyes locked on Sherlock's chest.

"Whatever you want." the detective nodded and John griped his hips to steady himself while he sat. Then he stripped Sherlock of his shirt and grazed his skin with his short nails from his collarbone to his waist and back and again but with a trail of lingering kisses.

Sherlock observed John's actions, dissecting every move, connecting them to the sensations they induced in him. My lover is kissing my chest and it burns, he thought. My lover is dipping his tongue in my bellybutton, it makes me shiver. It was so strange to think of this word: lover. It was far from a childish boyfriend, or a rather professional colleague. He had used this word often but it was almost every time about the adulterous relationships of dead people he was investigating about. Since he never had one, he never used it to pet name somebody.

"Lover?" he whispered and he looked surprised by the sound of the word said out loud. John lifted his head, he seemed equally surprised. "Yes Sherlock, I'm your lover, we are lovers...or soon will be." he lifted his hand till he reached the back of his neck and tugged to kiss him lovingly and deep. Sherlock stroked John's back, holding him as close as possible.

John watched Sherlock's face through his lashes, his hands sled along his side and stopped at his belt. The detective sighed when he felt his belt loosen, soon after his pants slid around his thighs just enough to free him, he still had his shorts on though. John caressed Sherlock's buttocks through the fabric of his shorts but found it frustrating so he pulled his lover's underwear down and touched his bare skin.

"Sherlock can you sit down please?"

The detective eyes widened, was it over? Was john about to leave? He looked at his face and what he saw calmed his, highly irrational, fear. John's pupils were dilated, his mouth was red and wet, he was dishevelled and his breath was short, he was really, really, aroused. Sherlock managed to stand up, freeing John's legs. He peeled his pants and shorts from himself so he was completely naked. John moved and stood up too, he gestured to invite his man to sit, and he obliged. Then he removed his shirt and pants and kneeled in front of sherlock, he put his hands on his knees and pushed gently to part his legs. Then he moved closer to him.

"Sherlock there is something I'd like to do to you, I know you've never been touched like that and if it's too much for you, you have to tell me. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes, John, I'm okay with that." Whatever you want John but keep going please, he thought.

John put his hands on Sherlock's belly then moved his finger lower in an agonisingly slow motion and, suddenly, he wrapped his left hand around his lover's erected cock. Sherlock groaned and caught John's shoulders, squeezing them painfully. The doctor was about to release his grip when he heard his man's plea. "Keep going please" So he did as he was told and moved his hand up and down, slowly moving around the velvety skin. He bent his head, his lips parted and his tongue darted out as he licked the tip of Sherlock's cock. The detective shivered from head to toe and groaned loudly. John took him in his mouth, his hand still wrapped at the base of Sherlock's erection, and sucked.

Sherlock was on fire, he felt his cheeks reddening, his body temperature raised. The pressure John inflicted on his lower abdomen hurt him but pleased him even more he didn't want him to stop but he knew he was about to come.

"John..." he warned and his lover stopped licking but kept moving his left hand, speeding up his pace. Sherlock found his release shouting John's name, his body shaken by violent spasms. John gripped his hips to steady him once more.

A short moment later Sherlock's head had rolled back, his mouth was open, his eyes closed, he was covered with sweat and sperm and out of breath. John mooved on his knees and the detective opened his eyes, he tried to move but found he had no more bones, metaphorically speaking, of course.

"Come here lover." Sherlock asked in a whisper and John sat close to him. The detective managed to move to cup his lover's left cheek and leaned to kiss him lazily, he let his other hand run down John's body.

"I think there is something you need." Sizing John's cock he mimicked john's earlier actions pumping slowly. The doctor gasped and Sherlock used the diversion to take his mouth, he had no more strength to kiss hard so he just did it tenderly. A short moment later John moaned loudly in Sherlock's mouth as he came.

They stayed where they were, wrapped in each other's arms, unable to move. John's head was resting on Sherlock's chest and he felt his first words more than heard them.

"Hum?" He twisted his neck to watch the detective's face "Sorry what did you say?"

"I said thank you." Sherlock crooned. John was amazed, did he really hear Sherlock thank him for having sex with him?

"What for?" he asked to be sure

.

"For what just happened."

"So, I have to thank you back."

They both laughed.

They didn't laugh when they remembered that, thanks to Sherlock, there was no hot water for the rest of the day. They took cold and - very - quick showers.

When John came back fully dressed in the living room, he found Sherlock sitting in his thinking position wearing only a towel. He frowned thinking that it was the first time the detective took this kind of liberty.

"John, take your shirt off." Sherlock ordered abruptly as he stood up.

"What?" John asked. The detective was already in front of him.

"Your shirt...Please?" Had Sherlock asked politely? He looked extremely serious though, Not a time for jokes or other things. John looked at him and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Lay on the floor." it was an order again. John wasn't pleased to follow orders but since Sherlock had his look, the consultant detective one, he knew he had to obey, but he made a mental note to complain later. Sherlock knelt close to John's head, he drew his mouth near the doctor's shoulder and bit hard.

John jumped and bumped his head on the coffee table" Sherlock what are you doing?" he shouted "That hurt !"

"Post mortem." he said for himself

"Sherlock!" John shouted again "I am NOT a lab rat !"

The consultant detective was up now, pictures of the dead body in his hand "No-marks-no-bruises-not-tied-up-no-blood-definitely-not-cannibalism-not-sexual" he said so fast that it was almost gibberish, he was completely excited, his brain was working fast and well.

A furious John stormed out of the living room and rushed down the stairs. He slammed the door loudly on his way out, yes it was childish, but it felt good at the moment. He turned right, didn't know why, he needed air, he needed to calm down. Sherlock had never used him as a crash test dummy before, it was a first, another first of the day, and not the one he wanted to be thinking about right now. Thankfully the victim didn't throw himself under a train. I should sleep with a gun under my cushion just in case Sherlock wants to observe the result of the fall from a second floor window of a 5' 7" doctor in the middle of the night. He couldn't help laughing at the thought, a bitter laugh though. He had made a pretty dramatic exit, hoping Harry would never know that, she was the drama queen of the family, he never thought he could compete with her for the crown.

John was in Regent's Park now walking wherever his feet wanted to lead him. Didn't he over-react? No. Yes. No. He decided he didn't. Is your lover, a man who is supposed to be obsessed by you, supposed to use you as a doll to solve crime? No. Is it normal he hurts you, physically (and emotionally but he didn't want to ask that even to himself), and doesn't apologize, doesn't even notice anything? No. Ok he was sure he was right to feel bad about what happened. Sherlock had asked him if he would take him as he was, and he did, but now a line had been crossed.